My "Hello Kitty" glasses case makes me way happier than any piece of vinyl should.
I still don't understand why the rubber chicken squirts water, but the kids seem to like it. Don't question progress, I guess.
I think it's very telling that I look forward more to the essay than the book I have to write it on.
I don't care what that little boy thinks. Big, blue Hawaiian flowers tying up pink pigtails is frickin' cute. He's just jealous.
Somehow, feeding us sticky chocolate brownies and then letting us touch rare books seems like a bad idea. Uhm. Pass the authentic Medici bible, please!
"You mean it comes in peanut butter?" *swoon*
People should stop sending me videos of Asian popstars with pink hair. It makes me jealous that they can sing and I can't.
Quote of the year [to date] v.1:
"I find that the key to good squidy pasta sauce is discretion--the less gloppy the better. I usually keep it dry, so it's not so squidalicious, then top it with sauteed squid rings or that ubiquitous seafood medley; at that point, it becomes like a filipino malabon....mmm. I should make that soon."